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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 12 (MF,humiliation,nc,public D/s)
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Grace's Hard Lessons

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By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)



Chapter Twelve (MF, humiliation, piercing,public D/s)

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"First stop," said Nakamori, beckoning Grace inside the shop tucked
away in the corner of the mall. He had brought Grace to a high-end
shopping mall, with numerous fashion boutiques spread out over five
luxurious floors, including brand names like Gucci, Hugo Boss, Prada,
Chloe, and Lanvin. In the corner of the second floor, there was a small
shop selling jewelry.



Grace was wearing a long overcoat. Under the coat, she was wearing a
black leather harness that she was made to put on in the photo-studio.
When she opened the box that she was given by Joe in the studio, she
had let out an audible gasp. It was like a series of leather straps
with small metal studs embedded along every inch of its length.  It
made her think it was a harness for an animal. It took some time to
figure out how to put on the leather outfit.



Back in the studio, she had looked at herself in the mirror, and
realized that it would be less embarrassing if she were totally naked.
The black leather on her fair skin accentuated where the outfit did not
cover her, which was more than the area where it did cover her.  There
were straps which ran diagonally across her chest connecting from two
small metal "O" rings on her shoulders near her collarbone, to a
another slightly larger "O" ring in the center of her chest.  From
this ring there were two more leather straps which extended diagonally
out below and then converged again at another metal ring over her
navel, and then eventually connected downward to the crotch panel. The
crotch panel was a diamond shaped piece of leather that barely covered
her pussy from the front, but her ass was totally bare on the back.
Connecting to the straps across her chest were two small triangular
flaps of black leather which were the breast panels. When the breast
panels were not tied to the shoulder straps, her tits were on display
like she was wearing a cupless bra.



In the shop, Grace felt very uneasy wearing only this leather harness
under her coat. Nakamori picked out a silver belly-button stud for her
from the display. "We do piercings" was the sign in the display.
Grace realized, a little too late, the significance of them coming in
here.



"Sir, please... can I not do this?" Grace pleaded with the older
man.



Nakamori replied, "The choice is not yours, Grace. Now open your coat
so that we can move on."



With some reluctance, Grace opened her coat a little, conscious that
the lady shop-owner would be shocked to see the harness that she was
wearing on her body - a harness that felt more degrading to wear than
being totally naked.



The lady only smiled, and made her sit down on a comfortable chair
whose back leaned all the way back. The lady worked efficiently, using
a sterilized swab to wipe her belly-button and then marked on her skin
two dots. Grace grimaced in pain as she felt the clamp. The lady told
her that she was going to count to three. Grace closed her eyes,
feeling scared. "Oww..." Grace cried. Before she knew it, the lady
had already pierced her belly-button. Grace was surprised that the
clamp had actually been more painful than the piercing itself.



"Next - I want you to put this on," said Nakamori, as the lady
helped Grace out of her chair. Grace was looking at herself in the full
length mirror, at her silver belly-button stud. Nakamori had a collar
in her hand, much like the one he had her wear in her first photography
shoot. Embarrassed as she was, Grace let Nakamori put on the collar for
her in the shop. Grace looked quite stunning with high heels, a coat
that covered her from head to calf (except for the bared belly-button
with a stud), and what looked to most people like a choker around her
neck.



At the back of the collar was a metal link but it was partly hidden by
her hair. Nakamori took out a very short leash of about three inches,
just enough for one to slip the fingers through, and clipped it onto
the link. Using this leash, he led Grace out of the shop. Grace felt
even more shamed that not only was she forced to wear the leather
harness under the coat, and just been pierced without her consent, she
was being led around like a dog, with a collar and a leash! She
comforted herself saying that the leash was not really visible, and
that nobody really knew, besides herself, Nakamori, and Joe, that she
was wearing a collar and not a choker. Nakamori of course, just smiled
to himself. In time, that leash would become longer and longer, and
more obvious to bystanders until one day he would be leading Grace in
public with a long leash.



"Alright, where's the first location Joe?" Nakamori asked. While
Grace walked slightly ahead of the tall Japanese man, he had one hand
on her shoulder, looped through the leash, which he would tug to bring
her into step if she moved too far away from them.



"I would like to start of with a series of shots in a location that
gives us a sense of motion," said Joe cryptically.



"Motion? You mean like the escalator?" Nakamori enquired. "You
want Grace to take off her coat and pose for you on the escalator?"



"Nooo!" Grace tried to turn around, almost dropping to her knees in
shock. But Nakamori held firmly to her leash, making her stand up, and
look forward, as he himself turned to Joe, ignoring her completely.



Nakamori commented, "That's going to attract too much attention -
not in this mall. There are too many people at this time."



Grace felt like dying there and then. She could not be wearing just
that impossibly lewd attire that would tell everyone that she was a
slut slave, while taking the escalator! Not even for just half a
minute. Unconsciously Grace grabbed onto the two sides of the front of
her coat tightly.



"Hmm... how about the elevator?" said Joe.



"Yes, that's fine. Let's go," replied Nakamori.



Nakamori led Grace by the leash toward the direction of the elevators.



"Sir, can't we do this at another place where there's less
people?" Grace said. She quickly corrected herself, "Where
there's NO people around?"



"Why yes, for your third and last location, there won't be any
people around."



Knowing it was useless to resist - no, it might even make matters
worse if she resisted - Grace relented, and followed docilely. The
elevator they were heading to was in the corner of the mall, and less
people frequented that area, compared to the escalators which were
right there in the open, and starting to get crowded with shoppers.



They arrived at the elevator. Joe started to setup his equipment,
putting out his tripod, and then his flash.



Nakamori unhooked the leash from Grace's collar, and beckoned her to
stand by the elevator door.



"Relax Grace... after all the photo shoots we've been through, you
should be a pro by now," said Nakamori in a half-smile.



Grace did not reply. She stood there, in her long coat, conscious that
she was wearing only a slut leather harness underneath.



"Ok, first pose. Stand on the right of the elevator door and face us.
Put your right hand over the elevator button as if you are going to
press it."



Grace obeyed. Joe took the first photo, his flash bulb going off. He
followed with a few more.



"Now, turn around and face the elevator. Unbutton the top three
buttons of your coat."



Grace's hands were feeling cold and slightly sweaty from the anxiety,
but she followed Joe's instructions.



"Good. I want you to slide the coat off your shoulders, but keep it
draped around your elbows. Keep your arms bent."



Grace glanced anxiously at the corridor behind Joe and Nakamori,
concerned that some shoppers may inadvertently stumble upon them.



As if anticipating her concern, Nakamori said in a loud voice,
"Don't worry, its still early. Not many shoppers around yet. But if
you don't hurry, there'll be more people later."



Her fingers trembling, Grace slid off the top of the coat, baring her
creamy white shoulders and back. From her front, she was exposing the
studded black leather harness that barely covered her upper body with
the criss-cross strips of leather. But as she was facing away from
Joe's camera, she was 'safe' for now.



Joe was focusing his camera. "I need to see more of your lower back.
Unbutton the next button down from the top and lower your coat even
more."



Grace unbuttoned the fourth button of the top half of her coat, and saw
the new shiny silver stud on her belly-button. The piercing, of which
she had no say, reminded her of her new status - that she had no
longer had control over her body dressed or acted.


"Alright, hold that position, " said Joe as he re-focused his
camera.



BING! The elevator door suddenly opened. Grace let out a tiny squeal as
she quickly pulled up her coat, simultaneously turning away from the
elevator door in panic. There was nobody in the elevator.



Both Joe and Nakamori burst into laughter. Grace felt extremely
distressed.



The elevator door closed and the elevator began its descent. Grace
watched the floor indicator showing the elevator going down.



"Alright, Grace. That position again." Joe said.



Grace reluctantly faced the elevator door again, and led the coat slide
around her shoulders to her elbow, exposing her leather encased bosom
to an imaginary observer in front of her.



Joe snapped two shots. "Okay, now turn your head as far right as you
can without moving your body."



Joe took another few shots with Grace's side profile of her face,
with her exposed back.



Grace would periodically glance at the floor indicator to make sure the
elevator door was not going to open unexpectedly again. It would be
very humiliating to be caught with her the top of her coat open, and
strangers staring at the daring leather costume encasing her upper
body.



"Alright, you may button up the top now, and turn around Grace."



Grace turned around, gratefully unbuttoning the top of her coat.



"Now press the elevator button. We will take a few shots of you
standing against the open elevator door."



Grace did as instructed. BING! The elevator came and the doors opened.



"Now, stand in the doorway Grace. Put your left arm up against the
doorway, and lean your body against it. No, your elbow higher up, I
want your head to be leaning on, almost cradled, in your arm. Yes, now
give a big smile to the camera.."



Nakamori smiled as he saw the sexy pose of the girl leaning against the
doorway of the elevator, her left  shoulder next to her chin as she
looked straight ahead at the camera.



"I want you to lean a little more. Put your feet further away, thrust
your hips to the side. Looks like your coat is getting in the way -
unbutton the last two buttons of your coat......Try again... yes,
that's it. "



Grace was leaning in heavily against the elevator doorway. With the
last two buttons of the coat undone, her left hip was thrust out to the
side, and to anyone watching it was obvious that the girl was not
wearing a skirt or dress, for her inner thigh could be seen through the
open front of the bottom of the coat.



"Hang on," Nakamori told Joe, as he stepped toward Grace.



Grace did not move, as Nakamori hiked the open front of the lower half
of the coat over her left hip, exposing her entire left leg. Grace did
not dare to move from where she was. Nakamori stepped back.



"Nice..." Joe crooned, as he continued taking more shots with his
camera.



"Okay, you may step forward toward us now Grace. Let the elevator
door close. Face the camera now. Stand with your feet apart. No wider.
Lift the back of your coat up."



"But - " Grace started to protest.



"No ifs and buts. If you don't follow Joe's orders quickly, I'm
going make you do this WITH the elevator door open and with PEOPLE
inside the elevator."



Grace had no choice but to comply. Slowly, she lifted up the bottom of
her coat.



"Good," said Joe, "now bend forward.... more.... more.... lift it
higher... bend more... more"



When Joe was satisfied, Grace realized that she was in had lifted up
the bottom of her coat behind her to nearly her waist level, while her
chest was bent forward almost perpendicular to her lower body. Joe
snapped some pictures. The effect of the picture was that Grace was
bending her body forward with her ass thrust back, legs apart, with her
hands holding up the bottom of her coat. It looked like she was
exhibiting her ass to whoever would be in the elevator when the doors
open. Joe considered whether to ask Grace to turn around in the same
posture, so that he might snap pictures of what the attractive girl
would look like from behind. But by taking the picture from the front,
it had the advantage that Grace's face could be captured fully -
and her embarrassed look was priceless.



"Good. Now stand up straight... we're almost done here Grace, "
said Joe, as he changed the film in his camera.



"Alright, unbutton all the buttons of your coat now. Hold it open,
show us what you're wearing underneath."



With great humiliation, Grace followed Joe's orders, realizing that
she was completely committed now to relinquishing control of her life
to these men, as they had such photographs of her. They had photos of
her clad in this slut leather harness and nothing else, under her coat,
in a shopping mall. Not only would they have control of her life -
they have control over her body. A chill went through her spine, and
Grace tried to block out those thoughts in her mind. Nakamori's words
echoed in her ears, "In the next six months, your body is mine to
use, at my pleasure. Your body will be mine to offer to anyone to use,
at my pleasure.."



"Marvellous!" cried Joe, as he focused his camera, ready to snap
away. Nakamori smiled and nodded in agreement, seeing the lovely female
executive exhibiting her full glory wearing only the studded leather
harness - the hallmark of a slave - underneath her coat.



Suddenly, around the corner  appeared a woman holding a shopping bag in
one hand, and holding the hand of a young girl in another. The woman
and her daughter were walking to the elevator.



Grace whipped the front of her coat shut. Her face turned a bright red.



"Oops.. excuse us..." the lady said, leading the girl past Joe and
Nakamori, walking toward Grace who was still standing directly in front
of the elevator.



Grace turned her body away, feeling embarrassed. She was quite sure
that the woman had not seen what she was wearing underneath as she was
looking at and talking to her daughter when they came around the
corner. The little girl did see her though for a split second before
Grace managed to close her coat, but she was probably too young to
understand.



As the woman and her daughter stood in front of the elevator waiting
for it to arrive, the little girl turned and looked at Grace curiously.
"Mommy, why is sister wearing such a big coat?" The woman turned to
the little girl, adjusting her clothes and replied, "Well, maybe
sister is feeling cold." As she stood up, she smiled at Grace, who
managed a weak smile back.



It seemed like an eternity before the elevator arrived, and the woman
and the little girl got into the elevator. As the door closed, Joe
said, "Quickly Grace... let's get this done before more people
decide to wander here.."



Unwillingly, Grace opened her coat again. She felt a sharp pang of
shame gnawing away on her insides as the flashes from Joe's camera
went off, capturing high resolution images of her dressed in the
bondage leather harness, her belly-button stud marking her body as
someone else's property.



"Let's move on." Nakamori said.



Grace was allowed to button up her coat. Clipping the leash back onto
her collar, Nakamori led the girl to the next stop. With Grace wrapped
up in a heavy coat indoors, and two men behind her, one carrying a
camera and other equipment, there were some stares, as the trio made
their way down the escalator to the fourth floor. They walked past a
Donna Karan boutique, and stopped outside a lesser known, but
nevertheless, brand-name designer store.



Nakamori looked at the mannequin in the store window, wearing a
figure-hugging black evening dress. The interesting thing about the
dress is that on the right side, starting from the bust right below
where the armpit is, all the way to the hip, there were two sets of
eyeholes, one set on each side of a wide gap in the garment, which
extended all the way vertically down. The garment on both sides of the
gap were essentially held in place from falling apart, by a black
string that criss-crossed the eyeholes, ending with a butterfly knot at
the bottom right where the hip is. It was a very daring dress which
would show that its owner was not wearing any bra with a strap, nor any
panties, for if she was, the undergarments would be showing through the
three-inch wide slit.



Nakamori pointed out the dress to Joe and Grace, and said, "Isn't
that lovely?"



Grace felt her hands and feet turning cold even as she was feeling
quite warm under her overcoat.



The trio entered the store, and were greeted by two pretty saleswomen.
They appeared to know Nakamori, as they greeted him by name.



"Hi hi, I want you all to meet Grace here. She's taken a fancy to
that black dress. Could you help her try it on please? I do think she
will look gorgeous in it."



Grace dare not say anything as she was ushered toward the changing
rooms by one of the salesgirls while the other brought the dress for
her.



In the corridor just outside the changing room, Grace told the
salesgirls, "Its ok, I don't think I need any help. I can get
changed myself."



"Ma'am, Mr Nakamori specifically told us to help you with this
dress. You probably need help to put it on," said one of the girls
sweetly.



"What's the commotion?" said Nakamori from outside the changing
room area. "Joe, go take a look."



Grace bit her lip, as she saw Joe stepping into the changing room area.
Looking at the salesgirls' expressions, he already guessed. Joe said,
"Grace, you've already modeled so many bikinis and lingerie already
for me and Nakamori-san. Modesty is really over-rated, you know?"



Grace hesitated, for she was wearing that black leather harness,
complete with metal studs, under her innocent looking trench-coat. What
would the salesgirls think of her if they saw her dressed in that?



"Don't worry Ma'am, we are used to it. We help our customers
change all the time, especially since some of these dresses could be
quite tricky to put on," said the salesgirl whose name tag said her
name was Patricia.



Joe had a slight grin on his face as Grace relented, and stepped into
the changing room in front of the mirror. Patricia followed her into
the changing room, holding onto the evening dress that Grace was to try
on. The other salesgirl stood outside, just watching in case she was
required to help. Grace regretted making a fuss because now Joe was
also hanging outside at the corridor just outside her changing room. He
was probably going to watch her change - just to add injury to
insult.



Grace slowly unbuttoned her long coat. As she opened her coat, Grace
could see the salesgirl Patricia's shocked _expression through the
mirror. Patricia's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the
leather harness which was the only article of clothing covering
Grace's body. Patricia quickly closed her mouth when she noticed
Grace looking at her through the mirror.  Looking at herself in the
mirror Grace realized how slutty she looked in the studded leather
harness, and felt a twitch of regret mixed with shame striking her
heart. This salesgirl could see just how low she was - wearing
nothing but these strips of leather only fit for restraining an animal,
on her immodest body.



"We haven't got all day Grace," Joe beckoned, appearing in the
doorway. Grace's face colored as she hung the coat on the hook.
Patricia tried to keep her smile, pretending that all her customers
wore this sort of bondage slut costume under their clothes.



Grace started taking off the leather harness in front of Joe, and felt
a paroxysm of deep humiliation travel through her body, a second time.
Throughout all the photography shoots she's had in Joe's studio,
she was always allowed to change in the changing room. And now, because
she tried to avoid having the salesgirls from the boutique see her in
this downright degrading and exhibitionistic costume, this had
backfired on her when Nakamori had ordered Joe to supervise her
clothing change. Besides her boyfriend, no man had ever watched her
take off all her clothes! This time round, the feeling of shame rushing
through her body like an electric shock seemed to have ended in her
groin between her legs.



Soon, she was completely naked, feeling totally vulnerable under
Joe's hawkish gaze, and in front of the salesgirl. Without so much
glancing at herself in the mirror - for she was reluctant to see
Joe's facial _expression in it as he gazed upon her naked body, Grace
picked up the black dress and started to put it on, with Patricia's
help. When she was done, Patricia helped her to adjust the garment so
that the slit at her bust showed off her fair skin on the side of her
bosom, and the slit ran nicely down the lateral side of her slim body.



Grace stepped back from the mirror and looked at herself from head to
toe. From the front or rear, it would just look like an elegant black
evening dress. From the right hand side of the wearer, the dress was an
instant head-turner that screamed for attention - the criss-crossing
string bridging the gap between the front and back pieces of the
garment highlighted the bare skin of the wearer visible between the
three-inch gap. With the gap running from the side of the bust to the
hip, it was very conspicuous to anyone around that the owner could not
be wearing any bra or panties under the dress. And from the hip down,
Grace realized that she was practically showing her entire right leg as
she walked. With the front and back pieces of the garment hanging from
her hip, this made Grace extremely cautious not to flash her bare ass
and pussy accidentally if she took too big a step.



Stepping back from Grace, Patricia went "ooh...", a look of
admiration on her face. The other salesgirl was also watching from the
entrance to the changing room now. Indeed Grace looked stunning. To
complete the look, Joe had her put on a pair of black, four inch
stiletto heels. Even the usually serious Nakamori had a huge grin on
his tanned face.



Nakamori looked pleased as Grace paraded the dress in front of him.
Leaning a little closer and looking at her straight in the eye, he
said, "Now Grace, would I have to drag you out with the leash, or do
you prefer to walk by yourself?" Grace realized that she did not have
a choice but be seen around the mall in this impossibly daring dress.
"I'll walk myself, Sir." she replied submissively.



"Excellent. Show me the bottom of your shoe Grace," he told her.



Grace contemplated whether she should take off her stiletto heels to
show Nakamori, but realized that's not what he wanted. Remaining
standing on one foot, Grace hooked the ankle of her other foot up and
back,  holding on to it with her hand, lifting up the bottom of her
shoe for the man to see. It had the stitched imprint of two little
human figures on the leather, engaged in copulation. It was the same
shoes she wore to the board room the time she almost orgasmed during
her presentation to a group of people.



"Good," Nakamori said, smiling, "what shoes are you wearing?"
he said, raising his voice slightly. Grace knew that the salesgirls
were within earshot.



"It's the fuck-me shoes, Sir." she said softly. Joe was
listening, and had a smile on his face.



"What's that again?" Nakamori said.



Grace forced herself to repeat herself louder this time, her face
reddening. "It's the fuck-me shoes, Sir."



"That's right my pet ! " Nakamori said approvingly, "In fact,
your whole outfit is saying 'Fuck-Me'" he commented. Joe chuckled
at her expense.



Wearing the evening dress and fuck-me shoes, Grace stepped out of the
boutique, feeling extremely self-conscious.



"Alright, let's go to our second location," said Nakamori,
beaming at the breath-takingly seductive view of Grace from behind,
walking gingerly in the revealing black dress and stiletto heels.

 

***

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